"Depressed Ocean" lyrics
Black Kray Lyrics
(feat. Hunned Stackz)
Wha, ahh, uhh
Yeah, finna godamnn uh, hunned on this bitch
Uh, fuck, uh mofuckers dirty
Alright, know what I'm sayin' all I dig
You already know, hunned
Word, mmmmm, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my gosh (shit)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God (God)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God (ahh)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God (woah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God (wet)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God (God)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God
Oh, oh, oh catch me ridin' with yo hoe (yo hoe)
Oh, oh, oh dirty golds look like rose
Oh, oh, oh catch me hoppin' out two doors (huh)
2Pac steez with that diamond on my nose (twerk)
All white coke 1's swerve like my bitch (damn)
Oh, oh, oh looking like a walking lick
Gold mouth daddy with them diamonds on my dick (my dick)
Oh, oh, oh gold teeth look like piss
Ridin' round the town work Hunned Stackz blowing thraxx
Flyer than my bitch God damn I'm in NASA
Twenty cellphones and a pager Persian twerk God (steez)
Killing all you niggas 'cause the steez got me murked up
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God (woah)
Bitch on the molly 'bout to burp prolly all in the cut, with yo hoe
Rolling up weed y'all still talking 'bout that loud, whenever y'all smoke
Goth Money shit raw as a bitch we ain't got no condoms, in this hoe
Art rich clique from the east side we hit the shit and we are go
Off of the shits, know I brought it back this Flexico Goth Money shit swole
My boys we come from the steez coast
Ridin' round letting that weed blow
Mike Jackson like T-LO
Jugged and ball like freeflow
Hannah Montana like Migo shit, coolin' with my vatos
You ain't even know how the lane go, so don't even try to fit in hoe
No new friends like Drake bro, can't copy this at Kinkos
'Cause it's too fucking wet need a poncho
Better yet go get your raincoat
Matter fact this too wet hoe
Damn this just too wet bro
Uh, finna godamn
That dirty boys shit, know what I'm sayin'
Got the Air Force 1's shit, godamn cousin still got the durag on
Yeah, you know, you know what I'm saying
Ehhh, go
Yeah, finna godamnn uh, hunned on this bitch
Uh, fuck, uh mofuckers dirty
Alright, know what I'm sayin' all I dig
You already know, hunned
Word, mmmmm, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my gosh (shit)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God (God)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God (ahh)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God (woah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God (wet)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God (God)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God
Oh, oh, oh catch me ridin' with yo hoe (yo hoe)
Oh, oh, oh dirty golds look like rose
Oh, oh, oh catch me hoppin' out two doors (huh)
2Pac steez with that diamond on my nose (twerk)
All white coke 1's swerve like my bitch (damn)
Oh, oh, oh looking like a walking lick
Gold mouth daddy with them diamonds on my dick (my dick)
Oh, oh, oh gold teeth look like piss
Ridin' round the town work Hunned Stackz blowing thraxx
Flyer than my bitch God damn I'm in NASA
Twenty cellphones and a pager Persian twerk God (steez)
Killing all you niggas 'cause the steez got me murked up
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my God (woah)
Bitch on the molly 'bout to burp prolly all in the cut, with yo hoe
Rolling up weed y'all still talking 'bout that loud, whenever y'all smoke
Goth Money shit raw as a bitch we ain't got no condoms, in this hoe
Art rich clique from the east side we hit the shit and we are go
Off of the shits, know I brought it back this Flexico Goth Money shit swole
My boys we come from the steez coast
Ridin' round letting that weed blow
Mike Jackson like T-LO
Jugged and ball like freeflow
Hannah Montana like Migo shit, coolin' with my vatos
You ain't even know how the lane go, so don't even try to fit in hoe
No new friends like Drake bro, can't copy this at Kinkos
'Cause it's too fucking wet need a poncho
Better yet go get your raincoat
Matter fact this too wet hoe
Damn this just too wet bro
Uh, finna godamn
That dirty boys shit, know what I'm sayin'
Got the Air Force 1's shit, godamn cousin still got the durag on
Yeah, you know, you know what I'm saying
Ehhh, go
